Gifthorse

Punch a gift horse in the face
Til' I feel ego erase
Hits the ground and loses pace
Might not be found or leave a trace
Fucked around and lost my place
Story ends, I catch a case
Night confession went to waste
Took me out a state of grace

Pendant glowing in the pure white moonlight
Ancient magic brought us glimmers of a heart sprite
Dependent having you within my eyesight
Was it meant to curse you like the stories I write?
We played in darkness with psychology, never free
Do the fragments stick in you and me, cold debris?
Stealing consciousness so desperately, shopping spree
Pin you down, it's just a hobby you could never flee